Vampiric

The Cell

Lamia’s POV

‘Please be a nightmare, please be a nightmare’ those are the only words racing through my brain right now. My head hurts so bad, throbbing and pounding. Each pound send jolts of pain. I remember being in a bad car accident with Damien, then being ripped out of the vehicle and thrown into another car. I remember screaming for Damien to help me, I heard him screaming back but the car sped away with me inside. During the drive in the strange car, I was in an out of consciousness. I kept hearing voices but I barely understood anything they were saying. The only thing I know I heard for sure is that Asura was responsible for this. We didn’t drive far, at least from what I could tell between me passing out, but it was far enough to where I didn’t feel Damien anymore. Not feeling him brought my soul profound sadness, his emotions missing from me. I haven’t been separated from Damien since I was turned, this is something completely new to me and not something I enjoy. My body is reacting to his absence, like I’m crying for him internally. My muscles contract in pain and release, almost like my dead heart is broken. When the car finally stopped, I was taken again and thrown flat on my face in dirt and hay, the door slamming behind me. Only it wasn’t a door, it was metal bars, wrapped in solid gold chains to deter me from even trying to escape. Now here I am, trapped in another box, just bigger and dimly lit with cheap fluorescent lighting. I’m left to study my surroundings alone. Some of the lights are broken, some are flickering on an off, about to die. The area around my cell is nothing but dirt and cement foundations, keeping the house above standing. The dirt smells fresh, like they specifically dug and constructed this dungeon just for me. The gold chains glisten in what little light I do have. Gleaming with danger, daring me to touch it. My body is in rough shape from the accident, I’m bleeding everywhere. Some of my wounds have healed but there is one on my forehead that just won’t stop. Leaking like a drippy faucet unless I lift my face. Then it just streams down the bridge of my nose, finding its way into my mouth. I’m aching everywhere, so sore and stiff from the impact. I feel so weak from how much blood I’ve lost. I need to feed but fat chance of that happening. After sitting there myself for a while, a human man emerges out of the darkness. He surprises me, how could I not hear him? His scent reaches my nose and I feel my eyes turn black. I growl and jump towards him, completely out of control. Gripping the bars and gold chains in my hands, trying to reach him with my dagger like claws. Anything touching the gold starts to sizzle like freshly cracked eggs on a hot frying pan. It burns so bad but I want to tear him apart. I keep to trying reaching him, but he laughs at my failed attempts. His sounds of laughter enrage me even more, becoming fiercer, trying to jam my head through the metal and gold. The bars begin to give beneath my force, spreading slowly, trying to give me access to my meal. The human doesn’t even flinch, completely unfazed by me, just laughing at my pain. He’s pulling out what looks to be a long, thin, black metal pipe from his belt. He points it towards me as I make sounds like a caged animal, screaming, growling and thrashing, baring my fangs at him. He jabs the pipe through the bars, directly into my side, zapping me. I’m stopped dead in my tracks. Hot, electric pain surges through me. I stop my growling and snarling instantly. Stunned and frozen in utter agony. My arms still draped over the outside of the bars. He jabs me again, this time in my face, knocking me back on my ass. My eyes back to normal but they are crying. My mind is racing, trying to gather what just happened. Dazed, confused, I look up at the now serious looking man. It clicks, this d**k head just f*****g tased me! Twice! “Ohhh, poor baby Mia. Did you get tased? Too f*****g bad, get over it b***h. And stop your f*****g pathetic blubbering over there or you’ll get it again!” This man left me at a loss for words. Taunting is not something I’m accustomed to anymore. I’ve been pampered and shown nothing but love and respect after my transformation and I refuse to let this man make me feel like crap! I gather myself. Wiping the bloody tears from my face and giggle at him. It’s amusing that he thinks he can penetrate my shield of confidence. “What’s so f*****g funny, Mia?” The human snarls at me, angry by his failed attempt to hurt my mental state. I clear my throat and say in the sweetest, silkiest voice I can conjure “Oh, I’m just thinking about the look on your face and how hysterical it will be to watch Damien tear you to pieces. He’ll kill you just for fun. You’re not even good enough to eat.” I watch the human turn bright red with rage, he screams back “Oh really? Well I’m going to find it really f*****g hysterical when my master kills that p***y Damien and makes you his b***h!” My eyes widen slightly at the threat of someone killing my maker. The thought enrages me but I keep a straight face. I will not allow him to get in my head. “Whatever you say, meat! Oh! That’s a great nickname for you! I’ll call you Meat since you were too rude to introduce yourself!” He scoffs, he doesn’t want to argue with me anymore. Accepting his nickname, he sits down on a chair outside my cell, placing the taser stick on his lap and starts looking through his cellphone. As I sit in the dirt and hay, I’m hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion. It must be morning by now, I can barely keep my eyes open. Sleeping will help all of my injuries heal, too. I lay down in the dirt, bunch up some hay for a pillow. I am not dressed for these conditions. Still wearing my beautiful red dress from the induction meeting, I look pretty ridiculous laying in a mound of soil. I finally get somewhat comfortable and close my eyes. Just as I to fall into a deep sleep, I hear a horrifying familiar sound. The sound is like firecrackers, cracking and sizzling, against my skin. Meat is f*****g tasing me again! “I just closed my eyes to go to sleep asshole, what the hell are you doing?!” Roaring at him like a disturbed lion. Meat giggles before he explains “Oh Mia, I’m sitting down here to ensure that you don’t get any sleep today. We get to hang out all day!” Sarcastic piece of s**t. He makes my blood boil. I’m so tired I’m barely able to push myself into a sitting position. Sitting with my legs tucked to the side, my head resting again the wall. “Ughh! Why can’t I sleep? I am a Vampire, you know? I need to sleep during the day or else I’ll get -“ Meat interrupts me “The Pox? Oh I know. But you’ll live, unfortunately.” He sits back in his chair then glares at me “Every time I even think you’re asleep, you’re going to get this!” He lifts up the taser stick, waving it to taunt me. “So please, make my day and try to sleep. I’d love to cause you some more pain.” Annoyed and tired, I roll my eyes. “Whatever Meat, have it your way.” He returns his attention back to his phone, ignoring me. My staring at the dirt floor, finding small pebbles from the recent construction of my cell beneath the hay. I start making small piles of the pieces of concrete I find. An evil smile creeps across my face. I pick up a pebble and toss it at Meat. It hits him directly in the head. I erupt with laughter. He looks so serious and angry over a little pebble. “Hey, what the f**k? Don’t be a f*****g b***h, Mia!” Brushing me off, he’s right back to his phone, ignoring me again. I’m so bored and f*****g tired, if he’s going to keep me awake all day, he needs to keep me entertained somehow! I toss another pebble at him, right in the eye this time! I completely lose it. I laugh so hard my sides hurt. Blood tears of laughter emerging from me eyes. I swear, if I were human, I would have pissed myself. Meat stands up this time, angrier than before. “Stop your s**t you f*****g asshole! It’s not f*****g funny! Are you a f*****g child?! Just f*****g sit there! Toss another rock and I’ll f**k you up!” Demanding me time stop, painting his taser stick at me. He’s so funny looking when his face gets all red, I couldn’t help myself. I just laugh at him again. I decide to let Meat cool off for a bit, I need to calm myself down from all the laughing anyway. My eyes bounce around the room, at the wall, to the gold chains, to the pebbles in piles, the strands of hay, looking at Meat. My eyes stop on him, he’s a chubby man, not huge but certainly not fit like Damien. His face looks young, late teens, early twenties, give or take. He’s got a little spot of acne, but only on his cheeks. He’s got dark, curly hair, bushy eyebrows and his teeth are a bit crooked. Not terrible, but it couldn’t hurt to get some braces on them. He’s dressed in jeans, a belt and a band T-shirt. His sneakers are brand new, I bet he’s nervous about getting his new shoes dirty being down here. Meat’s face is literally glued to his cellphone screen. I hope the rogues aren’t paying him much to just sit here on his phone all day and tase me. I sigh with boredom. I’m tired and running out of things to look at to keep me entertained. “Meat, what time is it?” He doesn’t respond. It’s obvious he heard me, I saw his ears perk up with the sound of my voice. I ask again but a little more aggressive this time, “Meat! What time is it?” A heavy sigh, annoyed, finally answering “Mia, its one in the afternoon. Now will you please shut the f**k up? Can’t you see I’m a little busy over here?” One in the afternoon? I should be at least six or seven hours into my slumber! I need to sleep! I need to heal! Thankfully my head stopped bleeding otherwise I’d probably look like a raisin by now. I draw little sketches in the dirt beside me. Honed in on the lines being left behind from the impression of my nail.  Forgetting about my surroundings momentarily. I lay on my stomach, legs bent up. Drawing quietly in the dirt. Watching the shapes being left behind. Not even conscious of what I’m actually creating, just doing it. I scratch my arm, feeling a tiny itch. Then back to drawing, but feel another, I scratch that one. Meat stands up and announces “I gotta take a piss, please be asleep when I come back, that way I can f*****g tase the s**t out of you again.” He smirks and walks away to relieve himself. f**k him, I can’t wait until I get to kill him! Just for f*****g fun! I refuse to eat that slob! I’m going to rip him apart myself, I won’t allow Damien to have the pleasure of murdering this f*****g jerk! He’s mine! I’m so tired and on edge, he’s f*****g with the wrong Vampire right now. And for some reason, I’m so itchy! Sudden waves of uncontrollable itching covers me like a blanket. Like I rolled around in poison ivy. Drilling into my skin with my nails feels heavenly! I keep scratching, loving each stroke but I see I’m scratching myself bloody. When I check the damage, I see little bumps on my skin. The pox! f**k! I’ve scratched them open! Leah told me they fill with pus, pop and bleed after a few days. Me being so weak and unfed, I must be more susceptible to them. I’m covered with f*****g bumps! Itching like a mad man, driving myself crazy! Meat returns with a shitty grin on his smug mug. “The pox, huh? Well isn’t that unfortunate? Maybe it’ll be easier for you to stay awake now.” He plants his chubby ass back in his seat, his face right back to his phone. “What time is it, Meat? And don’t f**k around, I’m not in the mood.” Meat peers at me over his phone screen, “The time now Mia, is five thirty. Don’t worry, any minute you’ll be getting your first visitor.” Meat laughs a menacing laugh. He stands up with his taser stick and pokes me in the side, laughing louder, jabbing me over and over again with the taser stick. “Here, this should help ease the itch for the f*****g b***h, Mia!” I yelp each time I get zapped. Trying to get away from him and the stick taser but it’s no use. He can reach me in every corner. Something clicks in my head, begging me to fight this prick. I’m a vampire! I’ve got super speed or something, don’t I?! Hell yea I do! Meat pushes the taser towards me again, but this time it feels like slow motion. I grab the stick tightly in my grip, yanking it, but Meat doesn’t let go. I push back and slam his face into the cell bars. Meat is holding on to the taser stick for dear life. I slam his face again, push back, yank and slam again. Laughing at him the way he laughed at me. Slam! He’s bleeding! I get excited with the sight of his blood. I yank him again but meet him at the bars, my instincts taking over. I lick the blood from the gash on his face. With just the smallest taste, some of the itching subsided and a few of the pox disappear. Lifting my hand to him, I push his face hard backwards. Flying off his feet, he releases the taser stick and lands on his ass, back on his perch. “My turn!” I smirk and zap him, hearing scream and fall over, off his chair. I zap him again but I get his ass this time. He squeals as he kicks his feet, trying to get leverage to get himself up, rolling over. One last time, Zap! I get him right in the balls, he screams the loudest with that one. Just as I bask in the glory of outsmarting Meat, a Vampire speeds into the dugout, ripping the stick taser from my hand faster than I can blink. Moving just as fast as Damien. “And just what do you think you’re doing to my servant, Mia?” I feel like a scared dog about to get kicked. I feel myself trembling, staring back at myself in the reflection of his glaring, red eyes. “Ew! You’ve got the pox! You look positively disgusting right now. Dirty, bloody, covered in sores. Ha! Oh how the mighty fall so hard.” I’m confused by this, why does he think I’m so powerful? And who the f**k does he think he is talking to me like that? “Excuse me? I’m not so mighty like you claim. I’m a new vampire. I’ve been a vampire for about seven months. What makes you assume I’m so powerful? And by the way, f**k you! You’d look like s**t if you laid in dirt and we’re deprived of sleep to the point of getting the pox too, jerk.” The vampire glaring at me, he’s not happy with my retort. “Obviously the power that was just handed to you is too great for your tiny brain to grasp. Such a shame, really. Luckily Asura realized that neither you nor Damien is deserving of the title Primus over the association.” Perplexed, I ask “Wait, how do you even know Asura? He’s an elder and you’re a rogue! Asura doesn’t associate with rogues!” I question him, probing him for answers. Something is missing here and I need to know more. The vampire with red eyes laughs and scoffs. “You still haven’t figured that part out? You must be dumber than you look! Asura is my illegitimate maker, stupid ass! He turned me but didn’t register me with the association! He knew I was destined for greatness, for power! He kept me as a rogue on purpose! This way he could have control over both the rogues and the association without anyone ever knowing! How the hell do you think we gained access to all the secret association locations? How to get around the security and the useless army of darkness? A little bit of intel and the defenses are no match for the rogues! I’m the one who is to take over, to unite the rogues and registered vampires! I’ll bring all vampires together. Under my reign, we’ll take over the world! f**k the humans! We use them for meals, s*x toys and slaves! So why the f**k are they in charge? We’ll go to war with the humans, destroying them within nights and keeping the rest as cattle and slaves! And as for you, you’ll become my new b***h. You’ll take it any time and anywhere I want. You’ll get f****d constantly, I intend on passing you around like a worthless w***e. Your afterlife will be filled with misery and pain, starting now.” He lifts the taser stick and shoves it through the bars, zapping me. “Open the f*****g door! I’m going to show this b***h some real f*****g pain!” Meat quickly opens the cell door for his master, responding “Yes, right away master Abaddon.” The door swings open and Abaddon steps in, coming closer to me as I cower in the corner. He raises his hand and slaps me hard in the face, I drop to the floor. I’m getting hard blows from the floor, he kicks me in the ribs and stomach. I try to protect myself by tucking my body and arms together but I’m kicked in the face. My teeth clank together hard, making my ears ring. I’m disoriented, feeling woozy. After another kick to the stomach, Abaddon grabs me by the hair. I’m yanked up from the ground with ease. My eyes are releasing what little blood I have left to give, crying and screaming in pain. Clenching his first, he punches me repeatedly in the face, delivering massive blows each time. They feel like they’re getting harder each time I’m hit. I feel my skin split under my eye, my nose bones shatter beneath his hard hit. He moves his punches to my stomach, he uppercuts me and I feel my ribs crack. He’s satisfied with my beating. I’m slammed against the wall. I hear Meat cheering him on “Yeah! Beat the s**t out of her! f**k that b***h up!” He stares deep into my eyes, tightening his grip on my hair, feeling like he could rip out every strand from my head. His eyes glow with hatred, not even a shred of humanity left in him, no guilt, no love, just power and control. There’s no use in trying to plead with him. He’s an untamed monster and I’m his prey. I just keep repeating to myself ‘Try to stay strong, Lamia. You can survive this, Damien will save you.’ I hold on to every word. Silently praying that Damien comes to my rescue. Abaddon snarls at me, I tremble, fearing another blow. My body didn’t even have the chance to heal from the car accident. It’s so unfair that he’s treating me like this! I didn’t ask for any of this! Abaddon opens his mouth slightly to bare his fangs, giggling an evil and twisted giggle that sends shivers down my spine. I close my eyes tightly and brace for another hit, but instead I get a different kind of pain. A stabbing, burning, hard bite on my shoulder. Another bite on my chest right above my breast. He’s biting my arms, laughing as I scream louder with each bite. He tosses me to the ground, “Come over here and hold this b***h down!” He demands Meat’s assistance. My arms are pinned under the weight of Meat and Abaddon on my legs, I’m powerless. The biting continues, my stomach, my sides, my thighs, my calves, every place he could bite, he bit hard. Piercing his fangs through my flesh each time, feeding off my screams and wails of pain. The blood of my tears streaming down my face, Meat staring at me, laughing at the torture I’m going through, taunting me unrelentingly. Abaddon finally finishes his biting spree and focuses on the next torture method he has in store for me. He tears my once beautiful dress, exposing my breasts. He grabs both of my breasts forcefully with his hands and bites them. I scream at the top of my lungs, my fingers gripping handfuls of dirt trying to relieve some of the anguish I’m going through. Nothing can stop this, Abaddon is going to take me. I sob uncontrollably, my voice finally breaks, “Please stop, please, please stop. I can’t take it anymore! Please just f*****g kill me! I can’t do this anymore! f*****g kill me!” Before either of them can respond to my please of mercy, the sounds of a phone ringing interrupts their focus of my torture. Abaddon releases me and stands, waving his hand for Meat to follow him. Meat releases me and stands up, but before he walks out of the cell, he turns and spits on me, hitting me right in the face with his saliva. Laying in the dirt, bleeding, injured, beaten and spat on, I try to close the space between the tear in my dress, hiding my breasts. I sit up, knees to my chest and cry a silent weep to keep attention away from me. I’m so relieved that it’s over, for now. I couldn’t take any more pain. I miss Damien! I miss Leah and Brian! I want to go home to my tomb! I need a shower, I need sleep and I need to feed! I just want the loving arms of Damien wrapped around me again. I swear I’ll never take him for granted again! I’m pleading internally, dreading what is to come next. Foot steps coming closer, I weep harder knowing these footsteps bring more pain. I start screaming and begging before he even reaches my cell, I’m desperately begging on my knees, “Please stop! Please, no, no, no, no, no! I can’t, I can’t! Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry! I can’t take it anymore!” Abaddon stands at the front of my cell ignoring my pleas, “That was Asura. Damien stepped down from the Primus position to save you. It’s official, signed off by all of the elders. How sweet of him to make such a sacrifice to save some trashy, stupid b***h. We’re going to Damien’s mansion to return you home, as we promised. But we’re going to slaughter everyone there. But don’t worry, I won’t forget about you. Once I am dubbed Primus of the association, I’ll take you and we’ll begin your long afterlife of pain, r**e and torture. This is just the beginning! We’re about to make history, Mia! The first rogue vampire to ever hold the position of head vampire! We’ve got a long night ahead of us, Mia. Now get the f**k up and don’t try anything stupid. You better not try doing anything to f**k this up for me. I promise you’ll regret it until the day you f*****g die if you do.” My legs are so weak, struggling and trying as hard as I can to stand up. My legs unsteady like a new born baby deer, but I manage. I’m still strong. I can do this! I repeat to myself ‘It’s over, you’re going home! Get up and walk! We’re going to Damien!’ I push myself with my goal in mind. I walk to the open cell door slowly, trying to keep my balance. When I reach the door, I can tell Abaddon is already annoyed by how slowly I’m moving. He bends down and scoops me up off my feet. Speeding me through the dugout, through the halls of an unfamiliar house, out the front door and to the running car waiting for us out front. I’m thrown in the backseat of the car, my face smacking against the leather interior. Meat is in the driver seat, Abaddon settles in the passenger seat. He turns to me from the passenger seat “Remember what I f*****g said, b***h. Don’t you dare try to f**k this up. Oh and by the way, I’m going to f*****g kill Damien in front of you, so don’t feel too much relief. Don’t forget, this is just the beginning for you, babe. I will break you.” He then turns to Meat, “Take us to the almighty Damien. I’ve alerted the rogues to head there too, were going to sneak attack the elders and Damien at the property. Without them, nothing will stand in our way!” We speed through the night, heading towards the mansion. Please be prepared, Damien. Please be prepared!